I squatted under the banyan tree in Longhu Ancient Village and set up my iPad on the cake stall as a temporary altar to broadcast live: "Double-click the screen to send the yacht, and Lao Tie 666 will send it to be reincarnated in Haidilao Mian Gang."
Suddenly, a wealthy man visited ten carnivals in a row: "Master! Please figure out how to make your ex suffer from hemorrhoids in the middle of the night!"
"This fateful person," I bit open half a licorice olive, "it's easy to talk about - you have to pay more."
